The blast of cannons echoed through the ship in a thunderous boom and threatened to rip apart her timbers. Charlisse dashed to her rattling window, but gray smoke obscured her view. Her father's gruff bellowing sounded above, followed by the pounding of boots. Minutes later, the air was aquiver with the roar of guns and the horrified screams of Edward's men. Face pressed against the window, Charlisse strained for a glimpse of the ship that dared attack Edward the Terror, but it remained out of sight. Was it the Redemption?
Was it Merrick?